Mining Memories

Saturday, 18 May 2013

Paint With God

Not
really some realizations but just a day collected in my memory bag . . .

The day
began with guilt of Waking up late, compensating for which I made a plan to go
to temple with my mom and my cute little cousin; to my frustration the plan was
cancelled when my mother suddenly remembered my Grandma’s invitation to her home.
I agreed to it as my Grandma made me promise a visit to her. So it was six of
us (my aunt and her two daughters also joined in) who finally decided to
surprise Grandma. . . Somewhat convinced and equally disappointed with the
change of plan, I tried to accept my Day as it came.

Due to
the usual rush of Mumbai local, all six of us dispersed in different corners of
the compartment in search of a place to sit. Nothing better could have
happened, as I found sometime to chant rather than force myself into traditional
talks with my mom or aunt.

I felt
good after few rounds and had kept aside my beads when my cousin came to call
me saying that they got seats for all of us to sit together. I went to them and
spent some time cracking jokes and clicking pictures. Had a small textual conversation with a
friend which reflected some of my deficiencies, although I am well-aware of
them, and know I need a lot to change, for some reason realizing my
shortcomings at that moment irritated me, perhaps my ego was pricked. With some
disturbance of mood, we reached soon, and as we knew they were pleasantly surprised
to welcome us. After a little snack my Grandpa
took me upstairs to his study to have a small conversation with me. He has a
deep spiritual inclination in Christian Faith and the first question he asked
me was, “How is your Spiritual Life?” He was preaching bible to me, I felt
good, because ultimately he was talking about my Kanha whom he called Yahweh. It
was a good conversation; he gave me a book to read too.

Soon Mom
called for me as it was time to leave. Grandpa escorted us till the railway
station, the situation in the train even while returning was the same, scattered
in beginning and united again. Suddenly mom proposed to get down at some
station and go to the lake for some boating and visiting the fun-fair, I was
too bored to say yes, but my cousin was too excited and the whole plan depended
on my affirmance. My mean mind said no, he got upset, suddenly the saint in me
exclaimed, “Let’s Go!” And we got down, walked till the lake enjoyed the crazy
rides, took a Tonga-ride which seemed embarrassing yet too funny to care. Then
we had some food and headed back.

I was
missing dad all the time, the only time I visited that place before, was with
him and I could do nothing but imagine how would the day had been in his presence.

While
returning I was too tired to think of anything rational and so entertained
myself with a useless fight with lovely people around me. They are too kind to
tolerate me and I misuse this favor every time. Next Morning I was just
reflecting on my day when I realized it was simply perfect. Some disappointments,
some surprises, some lovely moments with lovely family, and some fights with
loved ones, some matured conversations and some childish amusement rides. Isn’t
that a way to paint your life, with all the colors?

Like a
little child who scribbles his imaginations not bothering how will it look like?
Will he receive appreciations? Will he be mocked at? He simply scribbles his
imaginations and mind you those are very precious to him. The Lewis Berger
tagline “Paint Your Imaginations” that’s what we need to do to keep our life
simple. Why complicate it caring about opinions of people who don’t care. Let the
only person judging you be the Lord in your heart, who will guide you to choose
your colors. He is painting your life with you. It is just you and him. And it
will surely be a Masterpiece unique of its kind.

Let
him choose the colors, he will consider your likes and dislikes at the same
time he will consider what will suit the painting, and balancing both the
things He will add beauty in every detail.